"Wooing the womenfolk. Man, I do love me some old timey shit. I bet you could woo a lot of them with talk like that." He lets out a laugh. Sometimes you gotta laugh or you'll cry like a fucking baby, you know?

"It's not about the pants. It's what's in them. Sometimes you just want to look at a nice ass, you know?" Come on, buddy... surely looks mattered in the olden days.

He nods appreciatively at the promise. Neither of them will leave here, be a burden on the other people who don't need that shit. Good.

"I think we can manage some in shifts."